queen of leaf
A time-pass drawing… I left the leaf queen unfinished.
Time slipped away, got busy—
then I opened the almirah, pulled out the sheet again,
just to feel your fingers in my hair. .
When I see you, my leaf queen, gently detangling your hair—
those crimson lips, those flowing dark strands…
you bloom like a leaf-crowned goddess.
Aromatic weather, the scent of wet soil in the air…
droplets falling like quiet lights—
she closes her eyes, and the world falls in love with her.